A young woman alone in a forest, on a quest she does not even believe in herself. Will there be a wonder for her or only a life of crimson tears? A kind of parable on hope in the midst of pain. Chapter 2 is a poem that illustrates the story.

It started as a rant of writers block, which ironicly inspired me to write more.. Now, it is a anology of me as a tree i suppose. Of ansgst,and frustration. THis poem reminds me vaguely of my first, although for a reason i won't openly admit..

If your arms could form through the wood planks i lay on.. oh that would be lovely, I need that - I need you. So come here, and through these precious few words I will embrace you too. (accident lemon, though MANY differnt meanings.